perswasion being strong Doe vveene they merit immortality Onely because forsooth they vse their Tongue To speake as they are taught or right or wronge If pride ascende the stage ô base ascent Al men may see her for nought comes thereon But to be seene and where Vice should be shent Yea made most odious to ev'ry one In blazing her by demonstration Then pride that is more then most vicious Should there endure open damnation And so shee doth for shee 's most odious In Men most base that are ambitious Players I loue yee and your Qualitie As ye are Men that pass time not abus'd And some I loue for painting poesie And say fell Fortune cannot be excus'd That hath for better vses you refus'd VVit Courage good-shape good partes and all good As long as al these goods are no worse vs'd And though the stage doth staine pure gentâ—e bloud Yet generous yee are in minde and moode Your Qualitie as faâ—â—e as it reproues The VVorld of Vice and grosse incongruence Is good and good the good by nature loues As recreating in and outward sense And so deserving praise and recompence But if pride otherwise then morally Be acted by you you doe all incense To mortaâ—l hate if all haâ—e mortally Princes much more Players they vilifie But Pride hath skil to vvorke on baser Skils For each Bagg-piper if expert he be Pride fils his Soule as he his Bag-pipe fils For he supposeth he and none but hee Should be advanc'd For what For Rogueree Hee can repine and say that men of partes Are not esteem'd Goe base Drone durtie Bee Rest thou in dung too good for thy deserts For durt to durt should goe and praise to Artes. Though no man can more willingly commende The Soule-reioycing sound of Musickes voice Faire figure of that blisse that nere shall end Which makes our sorrowing Soules like it reioice Yet at the best it s but a pleasure choise To make vs game vvhen wee are vvoe-begon It is too light graue Artes to counterpoise Then no cause is there to bee prowde thereon Albe't thou wert as good as Amphion Pride vvilt thou still be subiect to my Muse Be subiect to her stil and so to me But now shee should if shee did well refuse Longer to haue to doe vvith cursed Thee For shee hath found thee in the low'st degree The Hangman sav'd whose baâ—â—â—esse doth surpasse Yet he of London that detested He Whose hart is made of Flint and face of Brasse Of decollation brags but let that passe Then pride farewel base beastly pride farewel Or faâ—e farre worse then ill in worst degree Sith thou scorn'st not in such an hart to dwell That by the fruit liues of the Gallow tree Who wil not scorne now to be toucht by thee Sincke to Earthes Bowels from her burd'ned Brest For on the Earth thou canst no lower bee Sith Hell 's thy Spheare wher thou should'st ever rest For on the Earth thou mov'st but to vnrest Thus having past these Passions of the Soule That are as founts from whence the lesser flow We are arrived through faire waies and fowle Vnto the third VVombe situate below The Midrife where the growing pow'r doth grow But for it is so farre remov'd from thence From whence the Soule doth her arch-wonders show Namely the Seate of the Intelligence Wee 'l balke the same for its impertinence Referring it vnto Anatomists Who marke each Mortesse of the Bodies frame The Pynns the Tenons Beams Bolts VVindings Iists All which they marke when they doe it vnframe To these Crafts-masters I referre the same Suffizeth me to looke with my right Eye Though it dimme sighted be and so to blame Into the Seate of each soules facultie Fixt to VVitts wonder-working Ingeny Yet as I could I haue the Soule exprest If not with proper Coulors yet with such As doe distinguish her kinde from the rest Which Kind by kind in Beasts Plants doth couch But to paint her in each least part were much Philosophers haue beene to seeke heerein Although they sought but sleightly her to touch And haue through Error much abused bin VVhen her faire Picture they did but begin For Crates said there is no Soule at all But that by Nature Bodies moued be Hipparchus and Leucippus Fire it call With whom in sort the Stöickes doe agree A firie Sp'rite betweene the Atomee Democritus wil haue it and the Aire Some say it is the Barrell'd Cynick hee And with him others of another haire Doe thus depaint the soule and file her faire The soule say they is Aire the Mouth takes in Boil'd in the Lights and temp'red in the Hart And so the body it throughout doth rin This is the soule forsooth made by their Art Hippias would haue it water all or part Heliodorus held it earth confixt And Epicurus said it was a Namely a Sp'rite of Fire and Aire commixt And Zenophontes earth and water mixt Thus simple Soules they make the simple soule fowle Of simple Elements or els compound Meane-while they make her most faire creature And dimme her glorie which is most renownd Through mists of Ignorance which them surround Others of other substaunce weene it is For Critias with bloud doth it confound Hippocrates that went as wide as this Said t was a thin sprite spred through our Bodis Some Flesh would haue it with the senses vse Some the complexion of the Elements And Galen doth not much the same refuse For to an hot Complexion he assents For so 's the soule saith he and not repents Not that Complexion some say but abides In some point of it and those Continents They hold the Hart or Braine where it resides As Queene enthron'd and all the body guides Some Light would haue it as Heraclitus Others some thing tide to no certaine place But wholy present in each part of vs Which whether sprong froÌ„ the Complexions grace Or made by God yet they weene cleer's the case From Natures lap the same of force must fall Some others said a Quintessence it was Some an vnquiet Nature moving all A number some that it selfe moues it call The Caldees say it is a formelesse Force Which nerthelesse al forms doth appreheÌ„d And Aristotle doth him selfe inforce To make the same vpon the Corpes depend For these his words do sort out to that end It is saith he an high perfection Of bodie that lifes powre doth comprehende Which vnderstanding giues it sense motion This in effect is his description Plato surnam'd divine affirm'd it is A divine substance which it selfe doth moue Indu'd with vnderstanding He doth misse Lesse then the rest though Truth doth all reproue And Senec saith the soule is farre aboue The knowledge of the most intelligent Which speech of his Lactantius doth approue Thus doe they all about the soule dissent Aswell
by our Flesh too lustie yet too fraile Too luâ—tie in desire of its owne shame But fraile in that wherein it should prevaile Yet when its weak'st the Soule doth most assaile It not suffiz'd that nere-suffized Loue That al things made to make Man only Bee But to Be vvell as wel some men doe proue VVho though of Beeing they desirous be Yet not being wel they end ill sith they see Their being VVell and Being disagree Then Being was not Manns creations end But to be happy in a high degree And therfore al men al their forces bend T' inioy that Good that Beeing doth coÌ„mend Which good desire of Good in Man is knitt To a detesting of the contrary But for that sinne hood-wincks Mans Eie of VVitt He gropes for Good but feeles the Evill by From this desire of Good th' affections flie Which with their motion swiftâ— draw that desire Heere there and where soere they please to hy In pursuâ—e of that Good which they require To which though base they bee they would aspire Yet they were good kindly lov'd their like But they are ill and loue Ill seeming good Yet they by Natures instinct Ill dislike And yet by nature evil is their moode Basely obaying the sinne-soiled Blood At first they were Truthes other selfe for friends Yet now by them shee 's too too much with-stoode Adhering to her foe while shee pretends To blesse the Sense though to accursed endes The motiues of the Soule these motions are Whos 's other names are called the Affects â— By foll'wing good and flying ill they ARE Consisting so of these two good Effects Though Syn their sense with error oft infects Some vsher Iudgment some on her attend The later take or leaue as shee directs The Former naturally cannot offend For they desire but Nature to defend As when the Body Nature to suffize Desires to eate or drinke as neede requires Or when good happe or ill doth it surprize Then Ioy or sorrow moueth our desire These stil fore-run our Iudgment conspire With Nature to vsurpe her highest Throne For nature runneth on or doth retire As shee is mov'd by iudgment of her owne And so doe these that Nature wait vpon But those Affects that follow IudgmeÌ„ts Traine Wait hard as long as Hart is wel dispos'd Then lasts the League betweene the Hart Braine For al their iarres by Reason are compos'd But when the Hart against the Brain 's oppos'd Which oft proceeds of too much pampering Out flie th' Affections that were erst repos'd And from their neckes the Raines of Reason â—ling Impatient of slow Iudgments tarrying Yet true it is that Hart cannot be mov'd Ere Iudgment doomes what 's good or badd for it Then Hartes desires by her must be approv'd Or els the Hart cannot desire a whit For what she holds vnmeet it thinks vnfitt But for the motions of the Minde are free And neede not stay as it is requisit So before Iudgment doe they seeme to Bee Although they follow her as bond and free But though th' Affections cannot moue at all If Iudgment wing them not and make them flee Yet sound advice which heere we Iudgment call May be at rest when they too busy bee Mov'd by the iudgment of the Fantazee This Iudgment 's blinde yet is it most mens Guide And no lesse rash yet ruleth each degree This makes th' Affects from Rights straight Pathes to slide For Fantazy doth fancie waies too wide This skipp-braine Fancy moves these easie Movers To loue what ere hath but a glimpse of good Then straight she makes theÌ„ like vnconstant lovers To chaÌ„ge their Loues as she doth change her moode VVhich swimmeth with the current of the Bloud For as the body 's well or ill compos'd VVhich followes oft the nature of its foode So Fancy and these Fondlings are dispos'd Though in the Soule and Minde they be inclos'd And yet the body 's but the Instrument VVheron the soule doth play what she doth please But if the stringes thereof doe not concent The harmony doth but the soule displease Then tune the body Soule or playing cease And when a String is out straight put it in With Phisickes helpe which Passion may appease By humbling that which hath too lowd a dyn And put the Parts on a Soule-pleasing Pyn. These Partes though many yet of three consist That 's Humors Elements and Qualities Which three doe of fow'r partes a part subsist For from Earth VVater Aire and Fire doth rise All that the Heav'nly Cope doth circulize These are the Elements from whom proceede The Humors with their foresaid qualities For Bloud Flegme Choller Melancholy breede Hott Cold Moist Dry a fowr-fold vital Seede An Element is the most simple part VVhereof a thing is made and in its wracke Is last resolved And in Phisicks Art There are but tvvo which two of those doe lack That al the Elemental bodies make These two are tearmed Simples CoÌ„pounds The first is borne on Speculations back The last is bredd by Practize which coÌ„fouÌ„ds Two or moe Simples in each others bounds The Elements of Natures famelies Produce the Elementals temprament VVhich is a mixture of the Qualities Or composition of each Element As these doe bend so are their bodies bent VVhich we Complexion cal wherof are two VVell and ill tempred And the Aliment That feeds the Body herein much can doe For that can make marre Complexion too VVell-tempred is an equal counterpoise Of th' Elements fore-mention'd qualities Whereof ther 's but one thing of Natures choise VVherein shee made the mixture thus precise As Galens tract of Tempers testifies VVhich of each hand is the interior skin And hence we may thus fitly moralize That Nature to the Hand so good hath bin That it might temper what the Mouth takes in Ill tempred's that where some one Element Hath more dominion then it ought to haue For they rule ill that haue more regiment Then nature wisdome right or reason gaue So doth this Element it selfe behaue Yet each ill temper doth not so exceede As that it spils what better tempers saue For some surpasse the temperate in deede In some small ods whereof no harmes succeede Fiue waies the Bodies temperature is knowne By Constitution Operation Clime Coulor and Age by these the same is showne As Dials by an Index shew the time The Body fat is cold for fat doth clime By cold degrees and that full-flesht is hot For heate proceedes from bloud as doth my rime From braines where no heate were if bloud were not And bee'ing too cold they would my sense besot By Operation too the temper 's found For when a creature Man Beast Hearbe or Plant Doth that which they by right of kinde are bound Then no good temprature those bodies want The Clyme in shewing this is nothing skant For South-ward Men are cruell moody madd Hot blacke
with wakfull thoughts they meete That make their sleepes vnsweet and yet as short Which must perforce make Nature all amort Yet as they were all Minde and Body none That had noe feeling of the Bodies hurt That Minde all mind though Corpes the while doth grone Makes flesh all hardnesse brooke as it were Stone Such force hath worldly glory though but vaine To make men for her love themselueâ— to hate Who for desire of her their strength doe straine Farre farre aboue the pitch of mortall state And paine in sense to sense doe captivate Though pains wake seÌ„se yet sense doth waking sleep Dreaming on Glory in the lapp of Fate So paine froÌ„ sense doth paine with pleasure keepe While sense is mouÌ„ting Honors Mountaine steepe VVhere Glory sitts enthron'd Coelestial Dame Surrounded with a Ring of Diadems VVith face whose beaming-beautie seemes to flaÌ„e Darting in simling wise those blissefull beames On those that for her loue brooke all extreames VVhat Sense hath sense being so beheavened And carried from it selfe on pleasures Streames But as entranc'd with ioy it must seeme deade And feele no paine in Minde or Body bredd If then Vaine-glories loue shall so subdue The sense to sense that feeling all annoy It s arm'd to brooke the same by glories view And the more griefe is felt the greater ioy Yea though the grife the seÌ„se doth quight destroy VVhat shall the loue of Glory infinite Make sense endure if sense her powers imploie To apprehend it as its requisite Such love should hold the paines of Hell too light When vnconceaved Ioy dilates the Hart To th' vtmost reach of his capacitie When sense no leasure hath to thinke on smart Being so busied with felicity That soule and sense are ravished thereby What marvell then though fire doth comfort such Although with queÌ„chlesse flames their flesh it fry Sith that much pain their ioy makes more theÌ„ much And paine that sense can feele no sense can touch This made a woodden Sawe sweete to the flesh wherewith it sundred was in savage wise This makes the burning Grediorne flesh refresh That on the same in hellish manner fries This makes paine pleasure and Hell Paradise Then give me ô good giver of all good An Hart that may ore paine thus signiorize For thy deere love then with my deerest blood I le wash the Earth and make more Saints to budd When Stones as thicke as haile from hellish hands Battr'd that blessed Proto-Martyres braine The sight he saw his senses so commands That as the Stones did fal the sense to paine It deem'd that Grace on it did pleasure raine And that deere blood like-worthlesse water shedd Did make the springing Church to sprout amaine For that no sooner was this Martyr dead But many as from him came in his steede And that the Elements doe loose their force â—hat by such losse their Lord might lovers win It wel appeares for did he not divorce The heate from fire which his deere Saints were in Some too wel knew that this perform'd hath bin For out it flew and brent their enemies And where it first began it did begin The powre thereof with powre to exercise To shew his powre that loth'd their sacrifice NOw to retire from whence our Rimes doe range And touch the soule minds mind at the soule We see the bodies state the minde may change So may the minde the bodies state controule Thus they the state of one another rule The soules soule is the minde and the mindes minde Is that where Reason doth her lawes enrowle Yet fuming Passions both of them may blinde When body with them both are ill inclin'd Phillipides that comedies compil'd Orecoming one that with him did contend In that light Art when hope was quite exil'd A suddaine ioy wrought his as suddaine end Like fate did one Diagoras attend Who see'ng his three sonnes at Olimpus crown'd For deedes there done which All did much coÌ„mend He them embracing straite fell dead to ground Because his ioy was more then hart could bound As extreame suddaine ioy doth kill the hart Leaving it bloudlesse which is ioies effect For ioy sends bloud amaine to ev'ry part So extreame griefe the hart may so affect Or suddaine feare that life may it reiect For both revoke the sp'rites bloud and kind heate And to hartes Center doe the same direct Which place bee'ng little and their throng so great Expels the Vitall spirits from their seate Marc Lepidus divorced from his wife Whom he intirely lou'd with extreame griefe For it conceav'd he quickly lost his life So loue reft life that erst was lifes reliefe For loue of that his woe was fountaine chiefe So with a suddaine feare haue many died Which name I neede not sith I would be briefe By it the haires haue suddainely bin died As by graue writers is exemplifide Of no lesse force though lesse the reason be Is shamefastnesse in some of mighty minde One Diodorus died because that hee Could not assoile a Question him assign'd The like of Homer we recorded finde Who died with shame for being so vnsound Not to be able like one double blinde To answere that base Fishers did propound So sense of shame did sense and life confound These Passions are the suffrings of the soule That make the Inne to suffer with the Ghest For Perturbations both togither rowle Here there and ev'ry where as they thinke best Kinde-heate they fire or quench with their vnrest For some as all obserue haue died with ioy And some with griese haue bin life-dispossest For in extreames they Nature so annoy As being suddaine her they quite destroy Yet Mirth in measure kindly warmes the bloud And spreads the Sp'rits b'inlarging of the hart This mirth in measure is the only moode That cuts the throat of Physicke and her Art And makes her Captaines from her coulors start It makes our yeares as many as our haires Then on earths stage who play a meery part Shall much more more theÌ„ much offend their heires By overlong pâ—olonging their desires Then should I liue by Nature overlong For I to mirth by nature am too prone But Accident in me doth nature wrong By whom vntimely shee 'l be overthrone For Melancholy in my Soule inthrones Herselfe gainst Nature through crosse Accident Where shee vsurpeth that is not her owne And Nature makes to pine with discontent That shee should so be reft her regiment Thus as the Corpes the qualities compound So are th' Affections moist dry hot and cold The last are humor'd as the first abound Ioy hot and moist the Sanguine most doth hold As sorrow cold and dry possesse the Olde Meane ioie's a meane to make men moist and hot In which two qualities Health hath her Hold But griefe the heat consumes and bloud doth rot Which health impaires and cuts lifes Gordian knot And as meane mirth mans